"It wouldn't do the baby any good.

Oh, I hope papa won't whip you!" "But he will! I know he will; and he ought to," returned Lulu vehemently.

"Oh, hark!" She stood still, listening intently, Grace doing the same.

They had seemed to hear a familiar step that they had not heard for many a long month; yes, there it was again: and with a low cry of joy, Grace bounded to the door, threw it open, but closed it quickly behind her, and sprang into her father's arms.
"My darling, my precious little daughter!" he said, clasping her close, and showering kisses on her face.

"Where is every one?
you are the first I have seen, and--why, how you have been crying! What is wrong ?" "O papa! the baby--the baby's most killed," she sobbed.